>Aunt Deb’s Rhubarb Upside Down Cake

>Would you believe — I’m already picking rhubarb? And some of it’s actually the rich, dark red that makes it so, so sweet and flavorful.

Bottom Layer:

Place these ingredients into a greased and floured 9X13 pan.

3 cups cut up rhubarb
60 mini marshmallows (or enough to cover bottom of pan)
3/4 cup sugar

Cake Batter:
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup shortening or butter
2 eggs or 1/2 cup egg substitute
1/2 cup milk
1 Tablespoon baking powder
1 3/4 cup flour

Cream sugar and shortening (or butter). Add eggs and milk. Stir in baking powder and flour. Spread evenly over rhubarb mixture. Bake at 350 degrees for 40-45 minutes. Serve upside down plain or with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream. Mmmm…delicious.

And if you think I’m kidding about how yummy this cake can be, I must tell you that I freeze rhubarb, too. A taste of summer can be delicious in the middle of a cold, snowier-than-usual winter like 2007 and 2008 delivered. Frozen rhubarb works in this recipe and many others. My backyard produces many of these delicious red stalks: too many to use up in June, July, and August. Right now, it’s fresh. Next December? I’ll dig into the freezer and make this again.
Did I mention that I compost the leaves?
Never mind. Go eat!

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>White Elephants and Rabbits

>”Mom, Grandpa sent me a white elephant!” La Petite moaned one Christmas morning. Grandpa’s heart was in the right place. He knew she loved rabbits, and he had picked out a ceramic candlestick shaped like a rabbit. The rabbit was, I kid you not, this rabbit was scary. He meant well, and she kept it (at the back of a shelf somewhere), but thank goodness she was old enough to appreciate the thought behind the gift!

As kids get older, it’s harder to shop for them. La Petite is in college, so we let the grandparents know what she needs for her apartment and for school. They often pick up gift cards for her favorite online stores, too, knowing that clothes and Converse shoes make this girl happy. Most of the time we’re lucky that way.
Amigo is a little tougher. When he was young, his toys were easy to pick out; they were the ones that talked, sang, and made noise. The noisiest, of course, came from the grandparents. We think they were laughing all the way through the store knowing what they were plotting for their own offspring! Now he is interested in cooking, so they buy him Braille cookbooks and kitchen utensils. Kitchen utensils make great fidget tools for a fidgety kid, too.

Parent Bloggers Network suggests Grandkids Gift Guide, a resource for gift giving. This could be handy! It doesn’t have a specific area for teens or college kids (yet), but there are some unique and fun items in the 12 and over section. No candle holders. Darn.

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>Dreams of a Mother from long ago

>If you know the name Julia Ward Howe, you probably know her as the writer of the lyrics to the “Battle Hymn of the Republic.” Ms. Howe’s poetic voice also suggested Mother’s Day, long before it became a holiday, as a day to celebrate celebrate peace.
The first stanza of her Mother’s Day Proclamation reflects her protective feelings as she wished for the men in her life to be safe from the ravages of war.

“Arise then…women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country,
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.”


MOMocrats are celebrating Mother’s Day all week by asking moms to share their dreams. I join them as Mom, as teacher, as political liberal, but mostly as dreamer.

I dream that differences will be valued, not disdained.
Eye color, hair color, body shapes, and skin shades will be appreciated for their beauty and variety.
Cultural traditions will not disappear, but will thrive and grow together into a rich and fascinating sharing of knowledge and beliefs.
I dream that blindness will be merely a different way of seeing, and deafness impair only the quantity, not the quality of the language ‘heard’.
Children will matter because they own the future. Their education, academic and social, will become and remain of utmost importance.
The mediators and the peacemakers will be recognized as the strongest leaders.
Questions will come from curiosity, not ignorance, and the answers will breed respect.
Knowing each other, knowing ourselves, will lead to knowing that fights and conflicts, wars of all kinds, will cease to be of value.

MOMocrats: Dreams of a Mother

Cross posted at A Mother’s Garden of Verses for Mother’s Day, 2008

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>Is your home childproofed?

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A close friend forwards emails to me all the time. I read them, delete most, and rarely forward them any farther. I have to admit, though , that the last one she sent made me laugh. My comments are in italics.

THINGS TO THINK ABOUT !

1. You spend the first two years of their life teaching them to walk and talk. Then you spend the next sixteen telling them to sit down and shut up. Sit down? He crashes on the couch and then doesn’t move except to eat.
2. Grandchildren are God’s reward for not killing your own children. I just hope my children don’t decide to give me that “gift” anytime soon.
3. Mothers of teens now know why some animals eat their young. At age 6, I could ask “where did you hear/learn that?!” At age 16, I don’t really want to know.
4. Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn’t have said! And when the kid doing the quoting has a near-photographic memory, you’re screwed.
5. The main purpose of holding children’s parties is to remind yourself that there are children more awful than your own. Doing time as a Girl Scout leader can fill this purpose, too.
6. We childproofed our homes, but they are still getting in. And I must admit it, darn, they’re cute sometimes. I just hope mine will support me some day in the style to which I’d like to become accustomed. Heck, let me dream.

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>Mother’s Day? Already?

>But it’s only Cinco de Mayo today! It can’t be Mother’s Day — oh, I give in. I’ll go shopping tomorrow night after school. My mom, Husband’s mom — they each need something as special as they are. This always takes a little thought.
Me? You wanted to know what I need or want? Oh, that’s harder.
I already have a new purse, a unique and timely clutch.
I’m pretty well stocked on clothing.
My bike needs a new seat, but it’s already purchased and sitting in the garage waiting to be installed.
The cupboard has plenty of coffee in it. Chocolate is always welcome, but really.
I’ve hinted (directly) to the family that they could pick up the garden supplies I need and I’ll be very, very happy. Simple pleasures work for me. Okay, kiddos and Husband, here’s the list. I already have quite a few of the seeds I need; I mainly need seedlings.
Tomatoes — cherry and Big ‘Uns (Early Girl grows well in our soil).
Peppers: Green, Red, Chili
Broccoli or Cauliflower to grow and share with the bunbuns.
Herbs! Seeds or seedlings, either works for me. Basil, rosemary, thyme, at the least. Oregano grows nicely, too.
A new watering can, unfortunately. The old one cracked last fall. Sniff.
A small sprinkler to replace the one I stepped on and destroyed the day Tiny Bunny died. I was a little distracted.
That’s about it, family. Any or all of these lovely items would make me very happy. You know how much I love to dig in the dirt!

This blog blast suggested by Parent Bloggers Network and Johnson’s, sponsors of Johnson’s Baby Cause, a charitable organization supporting mothers and children worldwide.

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>Footwear, footwear

>Shoes!! Scribbit’s latest Write-Away contest, the one for May, has a great topic: Shoes. Being one of the female persuasion who has always enjoyed the quest for footwear, I knew I’d have a few posts in my archives on the topic. The question will be: which one is the most appropriate for the contest?

Green Bay Packer fans must have the right shoes.

We called it Mort, short for Morton’s Neuroma. It’s healed nicely, thank you, but it did mean limiting my shoe selection.

The perfect location for some Mother-daughter bonding.

Maintaining the rainbow collection

Procuring the rainbow collection — oops, I entered that one in Scribbit’s contest last August. The topic then was “Collections.”

Hmm. Shoes. I can think of something, I’m sure. I am Mama; hear me roar!

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>You just can’t leave me home alone.

>I bake bread when I’m home watching a sick teenager. Doesn’t everyone? Well, maybe not. I cheat, sort of, and use the breadmaker. My breadmaker has a timer, but I rarely use it. I’d rather be home to smell the odors, I mean the aroma of the rising and baking bread. Today I made Margalit’s Oatmeal Honey Wheat bread recipe. It’s delicious!
When I’m at home and I’m healthy, I pack my schoolbag with paperwork. I get some of that done without the pressure of watching the clock for the next bell.
Sometimes I spend money online. This worries Husband a little. Today I registered for a 3-credit graduate class. It’s a bargain, and I hope it’s not a “cheap” class in its quality. I’ve talked to other teachers who have taken classes from this source, and they all felt it had been worth their time. I certainly hope mine is.
I have a wishlist of books sitting by me, and an Amazon gift code waiting to be used. Hmmm. It’s really easy to overspend on books. That’s what’s stopping me. Before I buy any more, I’d like to talk to my coworkers about establishing a book exchange. We had one at my previous school, and I contributed and borrowed frequently. In fact, I think I bought more new books than I had in the past (rather than second hand) because I knew I’d be able to borrow several others, therefore saving money in the end. If enough teachers want it and the principal approves, it’ll be a great sharing opportunity for our staff.
I also read a lot more blogs than usual. In the evening, my normal “surfing” time, I’m often tired and sometimes moody from the day’s struggles. By day, with a little more coffee, er, energy, I can surf the political blogs and make reasonably intelligent comments.
Housework. Yes, I get a little more housework done while I’m caffeinated and have a bit of discretionary time. Bunny cage gets cleaned, wastebaskets emptied, and more.
No, you just can’t leave me home alone. I clean, I bake, I read, and if this keeps up, I might spend money — on books.

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>Blue skies, smilin’ at me

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Photos taken on the way to visit La Petite Friday night after the major storm blew through. The rainbow was fading so fast I just grabbed my cell phone camera and hoped for the best. I missed the tornado(s), the hail, and the worst of the rain, thank goodness. I had to take a different route than planned because of a washed out bridge, but otherwise all was well. And in case you were wondering, the campus now has heat and hot water. 🙂

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>Worry is the misuse of Imagination.

>I have a sign behind my desk stating just that. It doesn’t stop me from worrying, but it reminds me that there are more effective ways to expend my energy.
La Petite had a major sinus infection a few weeks ago. On her visit to the school clinic, they started to tell her that she had to show symptoms for another week before they’d put her on meds. She asked them to check her records for last year. Sure enough, she’d suffered the exact same problem one year ago.
They gave her the antibiotics with no further questions.
Two years ago I went to our family doctor with my annual spring sinus infection. She looked at my medical history and said, “You’re three days late this year.” Last year I managed to escape the misery, but today I went back for a dose of the usual. I’ll pick it up at the pharmacy later this afternoon. This is a case where like mother, like daughter, isn’t necessarily a good thing. When I get a seasonal sinus infection, I now worry about her developing the same painful symptoms.

There was a major explosion last week on the campus where La Petite goes to school. It was accidental, although she admitted that the timing (one year after Virgina Tech’s mass shooting) had a lot of people freaked. In her role as asst. photo editor for the school paper, she helped send out photos of the disaster to several news outlets, almost all of which ran the photos. (Note to self: remind her to send resumes to these people when she graduates)
No one was killed, and only one person was injured. But the major impact on students was this: the explosion destroyed the main and the backup boiler that provide heat and hot water to the campus at large.
Yes, you read that correctly. All the students living on campus have been without heat and hot water for a week now.
La Petite lives in an apartment near campus — so near campus that she’s closer to her classes then she was when she lived in a dorm. But by virtue of being off campus, she has hot water. She can shower! Wash dishes! Do laundry (I hope)! But the others? Apparently the athletic department has its own hot water supply, so students are allowed to use the locker rooms for basic hygiene needs. The Powers That Be are also encouraging students to go home as often as possible to — well, to shower.
Thank goodness it’s spring, not winter. Going without heat in April is a whole different story than doing without in January.
And thank goodness she’s living in an apartment. If she didn’t, I might have to rethink this weekend visit of mine.

Worry is just one part of motherhood. For more serious and sweet Portraits of Mothers, look to the Parent Bloggers Network and their Blog Blast for this week.

Update: Husband now has an appointment to see the doctor on Monday for his own version of the annual sinus infection. Sigh. Sniff. Snore.

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>Ah, youth, where hast thou gone?

>I’m not a “Cat Lady.” I don’t have a shopping cart full of cat food, ice cream, and frozen pizza — for one.
But that’s only because I’m allergic to cats and my husband does the grocery shopping.
So I had to laugh out loud when I read Melanie’s post describing her exciting Friday evening shopping trip.
I don’t go out in public in sweats, but that’s only because mine are too ratty to wear outside the bedroom. My track suits count, though, in the uber-casual category, and I do go out in public wearing those.
Sometimes splurging on myself doesn’t mean a single-serving pizza, but an omelet with all the fixings. Cooking it myself is a fun solitary activity, with the exception of the clean-up. But going out to the diner alone for an omelet doesn’t really cut it; I’d rather curl up with a good book in one hand and a coffee mug in the other.
This weekend I’ll be a little too busy for curling up in a corner by myself, and I have to dress professionally on Saturday. But since I’ll be visiting La Petite on Friday night and Saturday, I might end up treating both of us to a simple but fun pizza or simples restaurant meal. I’ll have to promise not to wear sweats, though. She might refuse to be seen with me if I do.

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